There's a big difference between the self-determined objective (finite) and the perfect one of the calling -- so many sigh "aw hell, I've done enough" and ditch the robes and dive back into the moronic inferno -- maybe those who stay with the call of the mild are the weakest, or have a history that is never quite their own. Anyway, amen. - Brendan

"...bully fists...' that really describes the force of that addiction, and the whole poem is full of that wisdom we only learn, if we learn it, through experience. All novices once, and in some things, always will be, perhaps.